Future🌎❤️🙌

I grew up thinking
Freedom meant free,
But now I am older
And that’s not what I see.
I see people who think they know best,
Telling us all what to do
And so much more, never nothing less.
So I cover my ears,
Block conservative spears
Thrown from old, privileged folks
Too good for calm tokes.
But… I’m young so I’ll wait,
In the world the old made,
Planting trees that you killed,
Cleaning oceans you filled,
Building up women you beat down,
Taking back rights.
I’ll fight for love (the freedom to choose)
May it always win
Controlling others is the only sin.



a.l.c

***The future is… Freedom, Love, Female, Vibrant, Unconditional, Choice, Open Minded, Accepting, Green, Without Violence, Now, WHATEVER YOU WANT.


			

The old oak

I still ache at thoughts
Kept to myself,
How the longing of
Connection
Makes me feel
L o n e l y.


a.l.c

Under the blue roses 💙🥀🤫

Dont say those words
That pierce my heart,
That sting my eyes
With forced cowards lies.
I hear punches in the silent sounds
Of the haunted conversations,
In lost ghost towns.
And while flowers bloom,
Their roots may rot,
Way deep in the soil,
Where our hearts are caught.


a.l.c

**Where do thoughts/things go when we don’t talk about them?💭😶 Perhaps underground, with seeds we once planted?… 🌱🌹🌻🌷

Light roast☕️

Thoughts of you dance in my head
As snow falls from the sky,
I think of how I imagined you warm,
A simple difference between you and I.
Whether you were real or not,
I choose not to remember…
So, I guess it doesn’t really matter,
That I still think of you,
Wearing that top.


a.l.c

Hard truth

A lie that lives
Between two sighs,
It’s not much,
Except to you
and I.
While you say
That you will try,
My mouth smiles,
As my heart cries.

I know to you,
It’s never a lie…
but we both know,
Looking eye to eye,
Only a sad secret
Between you
and I.

a.l.c

(IG- pouringtruth)

Dark days

Time passes before being noticed,
Only ordinary days come and go.
I feel sorry every sunrise
And hopeful every sundown.

Reaching for past things,
Not much matters
Now.

a.l.c

**I often find myself waking up and not doing the things I had said I would do the night before… the simple act of “not” doing things that can sometimes darken the whole day. Lucky us when we get to try again the next day.🌅🌄

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Tea parties🫖

Tea parties

Pink plastic chairs,
Our dolls curly hairs,
All set up, a tiny table,
Two little girls playing fables.
Now years have passed
And we have grown,
I often find myself sitting alone…
In my grown up adult home,
Remembering memories
And sipping tea,
Wondering how this came to be.

a.l.c

Skipping stones

I often find myself
Down lost paths of thought,
Where I pick flowers
While I walk…
And sometimes
When the sun is out,
I walk further to the stream,
Then stop and toss some pebbles,
Throwing worries out for dreams.
Skipping stones


a.l.c








**Did you know skipping stones spend 100 times longer in air than they do on water? This is because air is about 780 times less dense than water, making very little impact to the flight of the rock. Like a skipping stone, many let their dreams only skim the surface of their reality, spending more time in air as thoughts in our heads.

Paralysis

Stretched long by thoughts
Unable to be controlled,
I recoil in days lights,
Only hoping to be comforted
by nights shining stars.
The dark watches me struggle,
Maybe just giving tough love.
But I cry out for a friendly face
Or the softness of kind shoulders…
A silent siren, a muted warning,
Just an unheard intention
Forgotten by fear.

a.l.c

Trust

A soft trail of sweet nothings,
Just things we barely said.
A flower bed of somethings,
Only things we sort of did.
Behind a lens blurred out
Like stars,
We kiss on foreheads,
Before showing our scars.

a.l.c

Luna

Stuck between fear and hope,
I look through shades too closed.
The sun does light up the sky,
But it will not light up your life
Unless you let it.

I hold my head up to the moon,
Eerie, but always silver tongued.
The one who said, “man in the moon,”
Must not have spent that much time
Just sitting, being, looking at you.
The comfort of human emotions,
The moon never discredits you.
In the dark of the night
She holds you with the stars…
She will still kiss your lips,
Even after seeing your scars.

a.l.c

Survival instinct

I feel the weight but it’s still not enough
To keep me down, I keep getting up.
Maybe these stones are only heavy
On the chest, yet meant to break bones,
But the heart is strong and hopeful,
So it keeps pumping blood…
It just wants to live,
But we call this love.

a.l.c

(Unconditional love is often misunderstood and overpowered by our subconscious survival instincts and our needs and fears.)

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Cuvée

I have let the thought of “us”
Marinate for quite some time.
As this thought has sat soaking,
Bathing in dreams and fantasies,
It has only become more
Delicious.

a.l.c

Kiss me

Kiss me one more time,
So that I can feel something
Better than this,
So I can feel your tongue
Against mine,
So I can taste the salt
Of your busy day
and know that after
Everything,
You are still
Mine.

a.l.c

2013

Black hole

What if I were to tell you that
My heart is just a black hole
That I never meant to suck you in,
Or for you to get aimlessly lost
Within its gravitational force?
I never meant for you to fall in
Or to absorb all your light.
I never meant to trap you here,
Inside the point of no return.

a.l.c

2013

Afire

I crave you,
All my wants have turned
To needs.
I burn with a flame
That is hot
Only for you,
Because only you
Have the power
To spread the fire
Or
Tame it.

a.l.c

I hope it’s you

I know one day all the things I keep inside will finally come out. I’ll be stumbling around trying to find someplace safe to put it and lock it up tight and I’ll trip face first over the mess I’ve made… I hope you catch me though. I hope you catch all of me. The tears and the secrets, the good and the bad will spill out and splatter, using our love as it’s drop mat. One day I will explode with pieces of my past and I hope you piece me back together like a puzzle you stay up late with. I hope you glue me back together with the same kisses you press on my skin after we make love. I want you to be the one to mend the parts that still hurt and to love the parts that have not been loved. I want you to be the one that knows all of me, but still falls more in love with me everyday.

a.l.c